Sunday, April 16, 2023
Funny Farm?
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Guitar Glory
After traveling down some back roads and winding through the hills of Virginia, we began climbing a mountain, leaning into one hairpin turn after another. Finally, we arrived in the town of Monterey, only to drive at an even slower pace, poking through a street festival already in progress.
We squeezed around bumper-to-bumper SUVs and festivalgoers on foot fingering funnel cakes and puffs of cotton candy. Then we eased away from the noise of crowds and mufflers to find The Highland Center and a grateful plenty of free parking right in front of the building.
Friday, July 29, 2022
For Goodness Snakes!
On an Independence Day, I sat down on the pew of a small country church. A few minutes into the service, a tall grey-haired man stepped deliberately up to the microphone. Cupping a harmonica with his aged hands, he played patriotic fare in celebration of the holiday.
The familiar sound filling the sanctuary carried me back to my childhood to serenades of my daddy's French harp, as he used to call it. Even though I had never met the grey-haired man named Henry, I endeared him right then and there.
One thing, or one word, at a time
🍉🍈🍉🍈🍉 I turned the page of a used paperback to find a miniature brochure stuck between the pages. It was not much bigger than a Post...
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A milkweed grew up in our front yard, right in front of the house, and it came up as a volunteer. Milkweed, I learned, is the only host pl...
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I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz...
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W hen the service ended, I walked through the church doors and down the front steps, and there stood Samuel (not his real name), waiti...
